Through The Eyes Of

There is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge

Slash

Izzy never came home last night which worried Duff and I and we tried to ignore it; I mean he's a grown man, he can spend the night wherever he wants but when he didn't come home by the middle of the afternoon I decided to go looking for him. I really don't want to ask Axl if he's seen him but I don't find him in any of our usual hang out spots and I don't know where else to look. I eventually have to go and knock on Axl's door. He answers wearing only a pair of jeans and I can see Izzy sprawled out and sleeping on the mattress on the floor behind him. "What?" he asks running his hand over his face.

"I was going to ask if you'd seen Izzy but obviously you have. I hope you're not screwing with him; you just about killed him you know? He od'd in our bathroom when you broke up with him. You should probably thank Duff that he's alive. You're not going to hurt him again are you?" I ask point blank. No use in beating around the bush here and pretending we don't know what Axl did to Izzy.

"I wasn't planning on it; not that it's any of your fucking business. Is Duff home?" Axl asks and digs in his pants for a cigarette.

"No, not until around 3. Why?"

"We need to have a band meeting. See if you can find Steven and have him meet us at the rehearsal space at 4." Axl says and blows a cloud of smoke in my direction.

"Fine, but I swear to god if you're fucking with Izzy I'll find a way to kill you," I growl as I turn away. "You'd better really want him back."

"Yeah I'm real scared Curly," Axl snorts. I just give him the finger and walk off.

Later that afternoon Izzy comes home and showers and he can't wipe the smile off of his face for anything, I just grin back at him; I hope he stays this happy. Things don't stay happy for very long though; my happiness lasted about 15 minutes into the band meeting. Duff and I were the last two to get to the rehearsal space and I could tell right away that something was wrong; Izzy was pacing the room and chain smoking and Axl was leaning against the wall staring into space, a total role reversal for them both. Steven was leaning against the wall dozing in and out of a weed induced nap; oblivious as usual. Duff and I glanced at each other nervously; silently confirming the other's perception that something was wrong. "What's up guys?" Duff asked when we walked in. "What's with all the tension; are we getting kicked out of the band or something?"

"Nobody's getting kicked out of the band," Izzy assured us and tossed the burnt tip of his cigarette onto the concrete and crushing it with his worn out boot. "But you might want to leave after you hear this." I felt Duff's arm snake around my waist and pull me close to him.

"What do you guys want to start wearing heels and lots of lipstick like Poison?" Duff jokes.

"I'm not wearing any fucking heels," I snort.

"Chill out Curly Sue," Axl huffs. We don't want you to dress like girls; we want you to fuck girls.

"Excuse me?" Duff says jokingly but I know he's not joking; I felt him tense up against my back.

Axl lights up a cigarette and sighs. "People are starting to ask why we don't take home some of the new groupies we're getting; they're starting to wonder. Del told me that some of the guys in L.A. Gunns were saying it's because we're all too busy fucking each other; which is true. We need to kill that rumor fast; everybody needs to a fuck a girl at the party we're going to throw here after our show Friday. Slash you're in charge of the flyer and the artwork for advertising. Everybody needs to be seen fucking a girl sometime during this party. I don't care if you fuck ' em for 10 seconds and blow your load; you don't have to be good at it you just have to be seen doing it! Any questions?"